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<title>BLB Hymns</title>
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<h2>O MASTER OF THE WAKING WORLD</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“All the families of the nations will bow down before Him.” Psalm 22:27-28</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_n_o_north_fm.html" target="_blank">Frank Mason North</a> (1850-1935).
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Melita,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_d_y_dykes_jb.html" target="_blank">John Bacchus Dykes</a>, 1860 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_m_melita.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>O Master of the waking world,<br>
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Who hast the nations in Thy heart,<br>
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The heart that bled and broke to send<br>
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God’s love to earth’s remotest part:<br>
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Show us anew in Calvary<br>
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The wondrous power that makes us free.</p>
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<p>On every side the walls are down,<br>
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The gates swing wide to every land,<br>
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The restless tribes and races feel<br>
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The pressure of Thy pierced hand;<br>
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Thy way is in the sea and air,<br>
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Thy world is open everywhere.</p>
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<p>We hear the throb of surging life,<br>
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The clank of chains, the curse of greed,<br>
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The moan of pain, the futile cries<br>
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Of superstition’s cruel creed;<br>
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The peoples hunger for Thee, Lord,<br>
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The isles are waiting for Thy Word.</p>
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<p>Thy witness in the souls of men,<br>
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Thy Spirit’s ceaseless, brooding power,<br>
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In lands where shadows hide the light,<br>
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Await a new creative hour:<br>
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O mighty God, set us aflame<br>
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To show the glory of Thy Name.</p>
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